Whiskey Bent & Orbit Bound (Outlaw Acid Country) Verse 1 I was leanin’ on a jukebox in a nowhere Texas town Neon buzzin’ like a hornet that refused to settle down Boot heel on a heartbreak, brim pulled low and brown When the ceiling split like thunder and the walls fell sideways down The longnecks started floatin’ Ashtrays drifted slow That barmaid screamed “Sweet Jesus!” As the floor forgot to know Pre-Chorus My shot glass spun like Saturn Round a lime wedge moon I tipped it back and muttered “Well boys… I reckon that’s too soon.” Chorus I’m whiskey bent and orbit bound Spinnin’ past the lost and found Boots off the ground, hat still proud Singin’ Hank through a cosmic cloud No gravity gonna hold me down No small-town sky gonna fence me in I was born to drift, I was heaven sent Whiskey bent… and orbit bound ⸻ Verse 2 My old Ford truck was risin’ Through the ozone like a prayer Tailgate rattlin’ Bible verses Through electric purple air The constellations flickered Like porch lights on Route 9 I passed a comet wearin’ lipstick Said, “You boys seen mine?” Steel guitar was hummin’ From somewhere in the void Sounded like a heartbreak God himself deployed ⸻ Pre-Chorus There’s a honky tonk on Jupiter Where the sinners never land But I kicked those saloon doors open With a bottle in my hand ⸻ Chorus I’m whiskey bent and orbit bound Boot heels tappin’ upside down Stardust spurs and a rebel sound Two-steppin’ on sacred ground No preacher man gonna calm me down No black hole gonna steal my grin If the devil’s there I’ll buy him a round Whiskey bent… and orbit bound ⸻ Bridge (Trippy Word-Salad Breakdown) Galaxies melt like candle wax On a dashboard dream at 3 AM Radio static in a rattlesnake hymn My shadow’s wearin’ a halo brim I seen the ghost of Waylon wink From the rings of Neptune’s bar Said, “Son you don’t need wings to fly Just a wound and a steel guitar.” ⸻ Final Chorus (Bigger, Southern Rock Lift-Off) I’m whiskey bent and orbit bound Burnt orange sunset spinnin’ round Moonshine stars pourin’ down Cosmic boots don’t make a sound No gravity gonna chain this soul No planet’s pull gonna reel me in If I burn up bright, let the whole sky know— I was whiskey bent… Orbit bound… And free as I’ve ever been.
